Back in September,
I can still remember from the very first day of your lesson,
I was late.
Pardon me for my lack of excitement,
every time I’m around,
I’m not entirely thrilled,

for I was a lost wandering soul
dwelling wearily on this earth.
You were there for me
when I didn’t want anyone to.
And just when I lost all hope,
you were the calm before the storm.

Trust me, school was so much better,
when you were my teacher.

The empty hallways;
the closed books;
the inanimate work of art hanging on the walls;
the silent symphonies of the musical instruments;
the scientific, numerical and technical nonsense;

it felt like Hogwarts when you’re around.

From speckled dust frolicking in sunbeams
to the white noise of the rain,
you fill this topsy turvy world with beautiful magic;
magic that cures someone’s blues with just a smile from you.

I am terrible at keeping conversations going
because too many thoughts travel
all at once at the speed of light
when I talk to you.

But I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve taught me,

because if it weren’t for you,
I wouldn’t be who I am today.
For the nth time, I am so **** fortunate to have you as my teacher.
And being in your class even for a short span,
made me realise how those days were special
how it was one of the best days;

those days, those moments and those memories
*will always be one of my favourites.